Posts Tagged: poem

31:32

The time it takes to know it’s broken, to hear the thoughts you’ve feared be spoken. Fear is first the vast unknown. And then the heartache for the broken home. It’s not that simple. It never is. I doubt I

31:32

The time it takes to know it’s broken, to hear the thoughts you’ve feared be spoken. Fear is first the vast unknown. And then the heartache for the broken home. It’s not that simple. It never is. I doubt I

Care Enough

Love not, lest ye be loved and actually give a fuck. If you care at all, then show it. Show up. Or we will each whither in isolation and frustration. Desiccating from a lack of hope and trust. Without relationships

Care Enough

Love not, lest ye be loved and actually give a fuck. If you care at all, then show it. Show up. Or we will each whither in isolation and frustration. Desiccating from a lack of hope and trust. Without relationships

What Will I Tell My Daughter…

What I would’ve told myself, had I could have known me at a younger age. I would ask about her needs. Follow “follow your dreams” with Where do you see the greatest disparities? In yourself, in the world. Where on

What Will I Tell My Daughter…

What I would’ve told myself, had I could have known me at a younger age. I would ask about her needs. Follow “follow your dreams” with Where do you see the greatest disparities? In yourself, in the world. Where on

Profile

People are nothing like their pictures. They capture nothing of their nature. They portray only their brightest or most beautiful side. That’s not what most days are like. If I had to guess, I’d probably be wrong, but I’d find

Profile

People are nothing like their pictures. They capture nothing of their nature. They portray only their brightest or most beautiful side. That’s not what most days are like. If I had to guess, I’d probably be wrong, but I’d find

We Are Not Friends

I think far too much about people that I never want to speak to or see again. To ever meet would make things so confusing. We are not friends, But still I’ve wondered how they’re doing. Keep me away at

We Are Not Friends

I think far too much about people that I never want to speak to or see again. To ever meet would make things so confusing. We are not friends, But still I’ve wondered how they’re doing. Keep me away at

Grant Me

What would you like to read? If not the deepest, darkest parts of me. My fears, and my anxieties. My desires, and my flighty dreams. Hopes for lust and intimacy. I wish to be touched and held firmly. Hard, Too

Grant Me

What would you like to read? If not the deepest, darkest parts of me. My fears, and my anxieties. My desires, and my flighty dreams. Hopes for lust and intimacy. I wish to be touched and held firmly. Hard, Too

Take, please

The fullness of you In the emptiness of me Is beautiful, tragic irony. As cold as I’ve become, Fuck me soft and sweet. Bring me back to submissive tendencies. Heel me. Stroke me, At every opportunity. But even pretty pets

Take, please

The fullness of you In the emptiness of me Is beautiful, tragic irony. As cold as I’ve become, Fuck me soft and sweet. Bring me back to submissive tendencies. Heel me. Stroke me, At every opportunity. But even pretty pets